OH, yes! when the bloom of love's boyhood is o'er, He'll turn into friendship that feels no decay, And though time may take from him the wings he once wore, The charms that remain will be bright as before, And he'll lose but his young trick of flying away. Then let it console thee, if love should not stay, That friendship our last happy moments shall crown, Like the shadows of morning, love lessens away, While friendship, like those at the closing of day, Will linger and lengthen as life's sun goes down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF AUTUMN by PAUL VERLAINE A SERVANT TO SERVANTS by ROBERT FROST THE SHEPHERD OF KING ADMETUS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL AUTUMN: A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY TO A COUNTRY HOTEL TOWEL by ELMER CLEVELAND ADAMS THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: COMPENSATION by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE LAST REMONSTRANCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |